When I smell the aroma of Nag Champa
incense I think of you and I vow to light
some several times a week.
Do not ask why I think of you
with Nag Champa and not cedarwood
for that will remain a secret,
the key to which I do not have.
I will burn cedarwood other days
and you will take a seat deeper
in my heart, always there,
but not evoking tears, that
is for the Nag Champa, watching
my tears fall gently for the she
I never knew, the she
who haunts my dreams,
the she I now call
mother.